My Hogwarts Day

When Richard came to the library, Hermione was already sitting there writing a book.

This is what made Richard admire Hermione the most. She worked so hard even though her grades were already very good. At this time, she was going to kill others. Fortunately, she was a completely talented player.

A great inventor once said that success is 99% sweat plus 1% talent, but many people don’t know that they also said that 1% talent is often more important than 99% sweat.

And Hermione is the representative of both talent and sweat.

Without continuing to think about it, Richard walked directly to Hermione's side.

Hearing someone approaching, Hermione raised her head and took a look. It turned out that it was Richard. Just about to laugh, she immediately turned her face stern and gave Richard a blank look, but still quietly moved a little to the side, leaving behind the person who happened to be sitting alone. Location.

Richard didn't talk too much, and sat down directly.

"Hmph!" Hermione's meaning was obvious, and if I was unhappy, she quickly coaxed me.

"Why are you here, aren't you very happy there?"

"I can't help it, it's just more popular." Richard waved his hand and revealed a beating expression.

"Yeah, you see that your prefect likes you very much, and hugged you." Hermione pouted and said to Richard dissatisfied.

"You're talking about Senior Penello, that's because we Ravenclaw are about to officially launch an assault on the Academy Cup, and our entire academy will hold a secret meeting tonight." Seeing that Hermione's face became more and more ugly, Richard quickly turned away Open the topic, I believe that this Hermione should not admit defeat.

"College Cup! We Gryffindor will not admit defeat." As expected, the attention was diverted, and Richard secretly said YES.

"Since you are going to hold a secret meeting, is it okay for you to tell me?" Little Hermione was still so understanding.

"It's okay, it's not something shameful, the College Cup still depends on strength."

"Then let's see who can win. How about we make a bet and say that if we win, we can make a request."

"No problem of course, and you win as long as Ravenclaw doesn't win the House Cup."

"You don't need to ask, we compete fairly, and I win only if Gryffindor wins the Academy Cup, and vice versa."

"If you want to talk, please go out and say, this is the library. If you discuss issues, please keep your voice down so as not to disturb other people." At some time, Mrs. Pince had come to the two of them.

The two quickly apologized, and then fell silent, and Richard also pulled out a book by Hermione and read it.

After a while, a piece of paper slipped from Hermione's side, onto the book

"I haven't asked you about last night."

Richard carefully glanced at Mrs. Pince, and seeing that she was still at the door, he leaned into Hermione's ear and said

"Things last night were a bit complicated. I have made an appointment with Harry to go to Hagrid's hut for a while to discuss the details. You come with me."

At the beginning, Hermione felt fine, but as Richard spoke, a fresh smell wafted into Hermione's nose, and seeing Richard so close, Hermione didn't know what to think, Hermione's little face was flushed with red ears Yes, like a shy little flower.

Seeing that Hermione's ears were red, Richard wanted to take a bite, but thought it would be too irritating, so he sat back, and at this moment Hermione was also relieved, and turned her head to give Richard a look.

After the two calmed down and read the book for a while, Richard felt that the time was almost up, so he took Hermione to Hagrid's hut.

When the two came to the hut, Harry and Ronald had already arrived, and they were enjoying Hagrid's snack—rock cake, which was a kind of rough surface with some raisins on top, which looked a bit rough, Small cakes with irregular shapes.

The biggest feature of this small cake is that it is hard, comparable to the hardness of a rock, and normal people cannot eat it.

Harry and Ronald obviously belonged to the ranks of normal people, so they couldn't bite at all, but it was hard to refuse Hagrid's enthusiasm, so they could only put it in their mouths with difficulty, and then grind it like a dog chewing on a molar stick.

Both were relieved to see Richard and Hermione arrive.

"Richard, Hermione, you are here, here are the biscuits I just made, do you want to try them, Harry and Ronald both like them."

"No Hagrid, we just finished our meal and are still full. Bring us a cup of black tea!"

Hermione just wanted to try it, but seeing Harry and Ronald shaking their heads frantically, they also gave up.

Seeing that neither of them would accept his biscuit, Hagrid gave Richard and Hermione two cups of tea with a little disappointment.

"Are you sure you want to tell them? They're only first year wizards." Hagrid seemed to know something.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore asked me to tell Harry last night."

"Since Professor Dumbledore said it should be fine."

Looking at the two who were playing charades, the remaining three cubs were all very curious, looking at Richard eagerly.

Seeing that the three of them were looking at him eagerly, Richard didn't say anything in the ink, and said directly.

"Last night, I walked the other side of the road with Harry and Malfoy. There, we met a mysterious man. The mysterious man was not afraid of the curse of the unicorn's blood. He just lay on the unicorn and drank its blood. .”

"What is the curse of unicorn blood?" Hermione, a studious little wizard, immediately asked when she discovered a blind spot in her knowledge.

"If you drink the unicorn's blood, you will accept the unicorn's curse and become a half-dead, cursed life forever."

There was knowledge that he knew, but Hermione didn't, Harry looked very excited, and said hastily.

"Harry is right. This is the first suspicious point, and the next is the second suspicious point. This mysterious man hated Harry very much. When he saw Harry came back to help me, he put me aside and directly addressed Harry. If you make a move, who in the wizarding world would hate the savior, or hate it deeply."

"I know that. It must be the Death Eaters. They are the only ones who hate Harry." Ronald snapped back.

"This answer is not comprehensive yet. Let's talk about it later."

"Next, there is something that Harry may not even know. Last night, I heard two voices from that mysterious man."

"Two voices? What does that mean?"

"This means that there is another soul attached to this mysterious man, a soul that hates Harry but needs to survive with unicorn blood, even if it is cursed."

After a pause, he took a sip of tea.

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